tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56469541284769779022018-03-18T16:54:21.059+05:30Beatific WorldShweta Saininoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-54435684948116560142018-01-01T01:46:00.000+05:302018-01-01T13:50:36.224+05:30Happy New Year, 2k18! :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Hello Everyone!</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">So, its new year; excited, right?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">No!&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But why?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Oh! I got it, you are thinking what's so good about this new year?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Nothing was good in 2017 and 2018 will follow the suit. Failures, hardships, worries and stuff like that. But hey, wait a moment! Take a deep breath! Close your eyes and think about all the good things&nbsp; you have in your life! Your family, your friends, jolly times you have spent them. All those birthdays, festivals, trips. All those things which make you happy, which make you feel you are alive.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Still thinking about the struggles you are going through? Well, may be, now the time has come when you'll be realising your dream. Don't think about the new year as just another year which will go as a total waste. Think about it as another opportunity! :)</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">God is opening another door in your life which will lead you towards your goal.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now you are one step ahead; closer to your goal. You just need to be strong, have faith! All these years, you have worked so hard and you have managed to demolish all the hurdles that have come in your way (a pat on your back for that, you did a great job). So put a little more effort. Because now, its the time when you shall reap the fruits of your hard work.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Think of all the blessings you have. Your mother, father, grandparents; fragrance of the unconditional love which they sprinkle in your life. The motivation and support provided by the kith and kins. Count your blessings instead of counting your worries. Cheer up! Don't crib! 2018 is ready for you with open arms!&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And promise yourself that you won't allow any negativity in life. Positiveness is the key to everything. If your thoughts are positive then you can change the negative into positive. Under the influence of the heat of your positiveness even the negative(-) sign will melt and break into two negatives(-) to make a positive(+). You have no idea how much your thoughts, your energy affect you. It can either make you or break you. So, the choice is yours.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You can even move a mountain with your faith. Just don't let anyone snatch that power of belief from you. Buckle up your seat belt and welcome 2018 with huge smile and confidence.&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You are the sculptor of your own life. So, make sure you make a good statue. Good Luck! :)&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And, a very HAPPY NEW YEAR, 2k18!</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXBcksADN70/WklDkdQ53iI/AAAAAAAAJNo/tSNld5eCXj8q0sjDYXTXuiOC5aTA8E0NQCLcBGAs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="452" data-original-width="640" height="226" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXBcksADN70/WklDkdQ53iI/AAAAAAAAJNo/tSNld5eCXj8q0sjDYXTXuiOC5aTA8E0NQCLcBGAs/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-40950718252836495962017-11-07T00:42:00.000+05:302017-11-07T19:58:40.986+05:30Dear You!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Dear You,<br /><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Why are you so silent?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Why are you not uttering even a single word?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Why are you shying away from expressing yourself?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Why are you so sad?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What is making you so miserable?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Its okay to feel bad.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Its okay to cry yourself to sleep sometimes.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But after you are done with all this.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Rise above it!</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Fight your inhibitions.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Forget your worries.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Don't give a damn to what others say.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They don't know what you are going through.&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They don't know what you are capable of doing.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They are like snakes who spew venom on others.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They just know how to degrade others.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">They will go to any heights to make you feel downtrodden.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">But don't let others change your perception about yourself.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You are more than what you think you are.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You just need to find your true self and work upon yourself.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Do what your heart tells you to do.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: sans-serif;">Believe in yourself.</span></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And no matter how much time it takes, <i>just keep going</i>.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You will find many people who will try to bring you down, interrupt your path; but don't listen to them, keep your head held up and feet firm, don't let anyone pin you down.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Roar like a lion; claim your territory.</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Just word hard, keep going and then one fine day, you will reach your goal.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You'll be on top of the mountain and the whole world will be at the bottom of mountain looking towards you.</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Be someone who inspire others!</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Be bold!</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Be confident!</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Follow your passion!</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Rise like a phoenix and conquer this world!</i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mL38wecrPFY/WgCyKPp_DyI/AAAAAAAAJHA/CHBkzCg_R0I_NjV0I8B0x9HyKrWry23IQCLcBGAs/s1600/PicsArt_11-07-12.18.06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mL38wecrPFY/WgCyKPp_DyI/AAAAAAAAJHA/CHBkzCg_R0I_NjV0I8B0x9HyKrWry23IQCLcBGAs/s320/PicsArt_11-07-12.18.06.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUuCD3jKqWg/WgCyPHjZZxI/AAAAAAAAJHE/bVXF-LgePfMoGcMwzd9Pf4-tJWC8xt7YwCLcBGAs/s1600/IMG-20170827-WA0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1195" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oUuCD3jKqWg/WgCyPHjZZxI/AAAAAAAAJHE/bVXF-LgePfMoGcMwzd9Pf4-tJWC8xt7YwCLcBGAs/s320/IMG-20170827-WA0009.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Thank you for this beautiful logo, Vignesh! :)</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; *&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</i><br /> <i><br /></i><i>Below is the video link to the above article. You can listen to it if you like.&nbsp;</i><br /><i><br /></i></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/5CmbfhGZ-yY/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5CmbfhGZ-yY?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-35925672854228485342017-08-13T20:01:00.001+05:302017-08-15T15:17:26.691+05:30Social Media is making you a PUPPET<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hello People! Whats up?<br /><br />So, done with updating your whatsapp status? And Facebbok status, Instagram?<br />Oh! Oh My God! You might have missed something trending on Instagram because you were busy somewhere else for the past five minutes.<br /><br />Tell me truly! Is it really important to be online 24/7? Like what will happen if you don't go online so often or miss anyone's post. The world is not going to end if you miss something on social media or will it? Haan?!<br /><br />Missed your favourite actor's live chat on Facebook? Oh My! That's terrible! You could have got the chance of hearing your name or comment from his mouth. Oh! Come on! Grow up! Will you? Is it really that important?<br /><br />It's your favourite singer's birthday and you are going gaga over it. You have spent months preparing for his/her birthday, the edits, sketches, videos, hashtagging things and what not. What do these things give you? Do they really make you happy?<br /><br />Or will it be more beneficial if you celebrate your favourite singer's birthday by going to an orphanage and offering children presents like books, toys, sweets, snacks and stuff like that. Well, I guess if you do so and tell your idol that you have celebrated his/her birthday like this, it will make them so happy. You know this way, you and your idol will get blessings. And the kids, the smiles on their faces will be more than anything you could ever wish for. After all, being the reason behind someone's smile is a very big thing.<br /><br />And what about the posts which you do on a daily basis like a ritual? I mean is it really important to share each and everything which you do with the world?<br />Eating something, post it.<br />Watching something, post it.<br />Reading something, post it.<br />Travelling abroad, then<i> ek status update toh banta hai yaar! Logo ke beech mein izzat badh jaegi. Haina?!&nbsp;</i><br />This is what you think? Reputation!!!!!<i> haan.....</i>so all these posts.. now I got it, all these things are just to get <i>Attention</i> and to show to the world that you are 'HAPPY'. Well, are you really HAPPY? Oh! Wait! Let me be a bit more clear about it. Are you SATISFIED with your life? Is this the way you want things to keep moving?<br /><br />Well, here is the misconception; people tend to misinterpret that social media is making them happy; well, rather they are making your lives stressful. You post things out of peer pressure and just to show to everyone that you are doing great! But are you <i>genuinely happy</i>? Why? Why? Why stressing so much? What is the need to tell everyone?<br /><br />Can't you just enjoy your life for your own happiness? Can't you live for your own sake? Don't you deserve peace of mind? Come on! Don't be so harsh on yourself! Think about it.<br /><br />Friends birthday.....even before calling her/him, post on their FB wall to show to the world how much you love them.<br /><br />Mother's day it is.....Do you have a picture with your mom? Oh yes! You have! Then post it on Facebook and Instagram to tell everyone how much you love your mom! But hey, have you wished your mom yet? Or was that love just to show to everyone that you really care about her? Instead of doing all this go to your mom, wish her and tell her how much she means to you.<br /><br />You spend hours stalking your celeb crush and hashtagging everything new they do. You regret if you miss something about them. Your heart breaks if they don't win any award. You vent your anger if someone criticizes them.<br /><br />So, basically you live 24/7 in virtual world.<br /><br />And tell me! What about the people who live with you? When was the last time you did something for them? &nbsp;When was the last time you talked to them and asked them about their well-being?<br /><br />Trust me, if you find time for your friends and relatives rather than being in your virtual world; it will bring more happiness in your life. If you make edits, videos, sing songs for your friends on their birthday then it will not only make them feel special but it will also make you joyful.<br /><br />And when your loved ones are happy because of you it will make your life even happier. Won't it?<br /><br />Isn't it good to do something for people who really matter to you, who really are part of your life?<br /><br />If you start living in the actual world rather than your so called virtual world. <i>You will feel <span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY </span>and<span style="font-weight: bold;"> SATISFIED </span>in true sense.</i><br /><i><br /></i><i>So, all you lovely people, forget your virtual world and look up because this world has much more to offer.</i><br /><br /><i><b>Try it! You will feel BLISSFUL!&nbsp;</b></i>:)<br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* &nbsp; <br /><br />Below is the video link to the article above. You can listen to it if you like.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/BSEdaD9xFBo/0.jpg" frameborder="0" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/BSEdaD9xFBo?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe></div><br /><br /></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-33040553544991325472017-07-21T01:28:00.004+05:302017-07-21T01:39:27.800+05:30 Imperceptible<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">He spends hours watching clouds and imagining different things in the clouds.<br />She spends hours playing basketball.<br /><br />He clicks pictures of the flora whenever he goes out.<br />She plays video games.<br /><br />He watches horror shows.<br />She watches action flicks.<br /><br />He listens to soft music<br />She listens to heavy metals.<br /><br />He tries to sing aloud to himself.<br />She tries to crack jokes.<br /><br />He feeds birds.<br />She feeds dogs.<br /><br />He climbs mountains.<br />She rides horses.<br /><br />When they were together, they never talked to each other peacefully. Even though they were friends but they never agreed on something. Quarrelling on petty issues. Always contradicting each other.<br />And then the fate played its part. They were separated.<br /><div><br /></div>And now they do all those things, once they hated doing and always argued with the other one for doing so.<br /><br />Earlier, he used to make fun of her when she used to soak in the beauty of clouds and now he does the same happily.<br /><br />She didn't know how to play basketball &nbsp;but now she excels in that. She hated it earlier, but now she plays to keep him alive in her memories.<br /><br />He used to make a grim face when he used to see her running between tress and clicking pictures of them merrily. He used to find all these things pointless. But now he follows the suit and smiles imagining her doing the same.<br /><br />She never liked playing video games but now she is a pro! :)<br /><br />He is scared of ghosts but now watches poltergeists videos. He sure is a brave boy now! :)<br />After all, now, his fear has disappeared. Thanks to her! :D<br /><br />She watches action flicks even though she used to find them boring; but thats the thing of the past. She has developed a likeness for them now.<br /><br />Soft music was never his taste, but now not only he listens to them but also hums along. :)<br /><br />Heavy metals were not her cup of tea but now her day doesn't start without listening to them.<br /><br />The one who used to mock her for singing aloud while riding, now sings aloud whenever he is riding.<br /><br />She was not good in cracking jokes earlier but now she has earned the title of most 'humorous girl'.<br /><br />He couldn't understand earlier why she loved birds so much but now he religiously feeds these feathered-friends and enjoys sitting amidst birds chirping.<br /><br />She was scared of dogs earlier but now she is the messiah of all stray dogs in her city. She feeds them, takes care of them and plays with the lovely canines.<br /><br /><div>She loved to climb hills. He was afraid of heights but now he climbs mountains.</div><div><br /></div><div>He loved horse-riding. She was not a speed lover but now she rides horses.</div><div><br /></div><div>When they were together, they didn't spend a single minute without arguing; and now, when they are not with each other anymore, they do everything which their pal used to do. May be this is what we call love. They never realized it when they were shoulder to shoulder but distance has made them realize how much they love each other.</div><div><br /></div><div>Doing something to keep the other person alive in your memories. This is what love is. Love was there like musk; it lingered there only but they didn't realize that love was within them.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjT8VINAQdg/WXEKig9XpKI/AAAAAAAAJB4/AbuIh4qJ-LY1aVEvOXojMGNO6792Ht-gwCLcBGAs/s1600/_20160705_024904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjT8VINAQdg/WXEKig9XpKI/AAAAAAAAJB4/AbuIh4qJ-LY1aVEvOXojMGNO6792Ht-gwCLcBGAs/s400/_20160705_024904.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-78786954588617606992017-04-07T00:32:00.000+05:302017-04-07T00:32:18.630+05:30You're worth it<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Worried?<br /><br />Worried because you didn't score good?<br /><br />Tensed because that random person left you?<br /><br />Worried because you didn't get a job?<br /><br />Worried because you didn't pass the exam?<br /><br />Tensed... Tensed... Tensed...<br /><br />I just want to say... Why worry so much?<br /><br />Duniya khatam nahi hui hai.<br /><br />There is so much you can do. So just chill.<br /><br />Marks hi toh hain, es baar aur mehnat kar lena, you will score good.<br /><br /><br />Worried because you didn't get a job? Well, I believe may be you are destined to get a better job somewhere else or may be to do something much, much better.<br /><br /><br />Worried because you didn't qualify the exam just because you were short of 0.5 marks? I know that was close. But don't think that you cannot do better next time. Think it as, you are so close to your goal, you are just one step away from reaching your goal. Just one more step and you'll be through. Next time give exam with full confidence and positive zeal. Remember, having a positive attitude is very important otherwise even if we are capable, we fail to get what we want.<br /><br /><br />Tensed because you were just turned down from a job? Don't worry, may be that job wasn't for you. May be God has reserved you, for a better job. May be He wants you to do something bigger. May be you are fit to do something else.<br /><br /><br />Heartbroken? That random person whom you had already imagined as your life partner left you? Why worry so much? That fella is not everything. Think of other important people in your life who love you, care for you, who love you just the way you are and who doesn't want you to change for them. May be that person wasn't made for you. God has made someone else for you and you're yet to meet that person. It's the fault of the person who doesn't value you and it's not you to be blamed for. So stop feeling bad.<br /><br /><br />Get up and rub off your worries.<br /><br /><br />Just be positive, be confident, don't think about others too much. Watch your actions, do something which makes you happy. It's 'you' who can bring a change in your life.<br /><br /><br />'You' are the sculptor of your life. Shape it as you like it. Don't let others choose your life for you. So gear up and show this world that you are strong enough to do anything. Don't let others diminish your existence. Live life on your own terms and don't think about what others will think about you. You are worthy and you DESERVE HAPPINESS.<br /><br /><br />And NEVER do anything to please others. You have not come into this world to please everybody. Just follow your heart. Be happy, start enjoying what you do and then you'll not have any complaints from this world. Try to find happiness in small things you do everyday.<br /><br /><br />Smile and the world will smile with you! :)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wYj49MYJ_I/WOaPVj8AxXI/AAAAAAAAI_E/wkLK4pNl_Agb3y2ijbnY5F5geQbViximACEw/s1600/piZap_1491502626317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9wYj49MYJ_I/WOaPVj8AxXI/AAAAAAAAI_E/wkLK4pNl_Agb3y2ijbnY5F5geQbViximACEw/s400/piZap_1491502626317.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-28851970036713693112017-03-06T19:57:00.000+05:302017-03-07T23:57:34.028+05:30You're BEAUTIFUL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Beauty.... What does it mean to you? How do you perceive it?</span></span><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">For many of us, beauty is just looking good, with those perfectly styled hair, eyelashes laced with mascara, a little dab of face powder, a bit of blush on cheeks, well-sculpted lips with that matte lipstick to make a perfect pout for your selfie, a slim body, so that you can wear that stylish dress which is in vogue. So this is what your defintion of being beautiful is like. Isn't it?&nbsp;</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">But if I say, beauty is something else. What will you say?</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">For me, beauty is being "You". Yes, you read it right. Being beautiful doesn't mean to carry that extra load of make-up on your face. Oh! Wait! That is not a face, that is just a "Masked Face". It's not the real face because it has already been hidden under so many layers of make-up. And then you think, you look beautiful. May to be an extent you are right; but by thinking that you can only look beautiful by using these things, you are underminimg yourself. You feel that if people look at you when you are without make-up then it'd be so bad because they won't find you beautiful. Or they will not like you, the way you used to when you looked a certain way, yes with the masked face of yours.</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">But you really need to believe that you don't need help of any product; they just ruin your natural beauty and they damage your mind as well because you tend to believe, you don't look good without them. You just have to BELIEVE YOURSELF.&nbsp;</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">If you have blue eyes then only you are beautiful. No, it is not like that. Colour of your eyes doesn't define your beauty. It doesn't matter which colour eyes you have. You are beautiful in every way.&nbsp;</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">You don't need to have a fair skin to look beautiful. And for God's sake stop trusting and using those fairness creams which claim to make you fair. You don't need them. You are beautiful just the way you are. The colour of your skin doesn't define your beauty. You just have to learn to be comfortable in your own skin. You'll have to learn to love yourself. So the next time someone taunts you for your dark skin. Give them a smile and tell them, 'Yes, I am dark and I am proud of it. I am happy being me because God had made me like this. I love God and He loves me. But it seems you don't like God's creations. You judge God.' Trust me, that folk won't dare to comment on someone ever.&nbsp;</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It doesn't matter if you have curly hair or straight hair. You don't need to have a particular shade of hair to look beautiful.</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">If you are slim, fine. If you are chubby, great. You don't have to do ruthless exercises to burn that extra calories so that you can fit into a particular dress. And please don't sacrifice your food. Eat healthy food that's all. You don't need to go that extra-mile to look thinner while posing for a photograph. You have to learn to love yourself. Just love the body in which you dwell. Don't criticize yourslef to look a certain way. If you cannot love yourself then how can you expect others to do so?!</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">You know what it takes to be beautiful? YOU JUST HAVE TO LOVE YOURSELF THE WAY YOU ARE. You don't need to change yourself. You need to develop self-confidence. And always wear a smile on your face because a smile is the best ornament one can wear; and it makes you divinely beautiful.</div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;">A good nature, humility, self-confidence, a smile on your face, and you are all set to face this world. :) A perfect make-up for you.. minus the masked face. :) Then the people will get to see your real face, your real side and then you'll be called BEAUTIFUL.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9h__wZvLmOw/WL1xZm2ErKI/AAAAAAAAHAk/JT_HV96SyuoKFmJjdv-u0qH54xCAcSEcQCLcB/s1600/you_are_beautiful-128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9h__wZvLmOw/WL1xZm2ErKI/AAAAAAAAHAk/JT_HV96SyuoKFmJjdv-u0qH54xCAcSEcQCLcB/s400/you_are_beautiful-128.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNgLPnsu-0Q/WL1xfaMWFrI/AAAAAAAAHAo/elHXYau7SMk201vor45ZgLapFkl_Lz4sQCLcB/s1600/You-Are-Beautiful-And-Nobody-Has-The-Right-DC082.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="377" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNgLPnsu-0Q/WL1xfaMWFrI/AAAAAAAAHAo/elHXYau7SMk201vor45ZgLapFkl_Lz4sQCLcB/s400/You-Are-Beautiful-And-Nobody-Has-The-Right-DC082.png" width="400" /></a></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-43324099805981135422017-01-26T01:29:00.001+05:302017-03-04T22:47:51.776+05:30Have You?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever greeted the sun with a smile on your face?<br />Have you listened to the chirping of birds?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you felt the soothing dew with your feet while walking barefoot on grass?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you seen the sparkling dew sitting royally on flower petals?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever tried to listen to the beautiful symphonies which surround you?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever heard the chattering of squirrels?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you heard the cuckoo singing in its sweetest voice?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever tried to sing along with that cuckoo and sometimes even enter into a competition of who will sing louder and better?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you tried?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">It's fun though. 😀😁</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you inhaled the sweet scent of rose which transports you to some other dimension?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you watched the sunset, which paints the sky in the most breath-taking beautiful hues?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you seen the butterflies fluttering and appreciated nature for beautifully colouring these tiny creatures?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you seen the bees hovering over flowers?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you heard the bumblebee buzzing?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you seen the birds flying up above in the sky in the most beautiful and elegant pattern?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you seen the clouds complementing the sky?&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever looked at the clouds and imagined every sort of things which come to your mind and even tried to show it to others as well, struggling to make them imagine the same thing which you thought?&nbsp;</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever noticed the different shades of green around you?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever closed your eyes to feel the soft breeze?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you ever inhaled the smell of soil which comes after rain?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Have you....?</div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYK4LiUnJbk/WIkAiKPZnPI/AAAAAAAAG90/ho2qRNGNfF4yZpacWFj8xLsyI-pcKTsZwCLcB/s1600/Have%2BYou%2B-%2BNinth%2BBlog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYK4LiUnJbk/WIkAiKPZnPI/AAAAAAAAG90/ho2qRNGNfF4yZpacWFj8xLsyI-pcKTsZwCLcB/s400/Have%2BYou%2B-%2BNinth%2BBlog1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esXCvzVH0BI/WIkAgR9w6EI/AAAAAAAAG9w/EdmtStMlUko9G5om9w_IrH9dJ5ahmZcagCLcB/s1600/Have%2BYou%2B-%2BNinth%2BBlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esXCvzVH0BI/WIkAgR9w6EI/AAAAAAAAG9w/EdmtStMlUko9G5om9w_IrH9dJ5ahmZcagCLcB/s400/Have%2BYou%2B-%2BNinth%2BBlog.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div dir="auto" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-45084488707790940492016-12-01T01:03:00.001+05:302017-08-18T00:34:49.626+05:30Seclusion.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Dear &nbsp;........(I just want to know whether you remember the name by which I used to address you, rather I should say, tease you,&nbsp;</span></i><br /><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">so fill it by yourself)</span></i><br /><br /><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i><span style="background-color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">You came in my life like a breeze of fresh air. When I didn't even know about who you are, you came to me to offer help, that was really sweet of you. Infact, that was the first time I actually noticed that there exists this guy who actually studies in the same class as I do. It was new class, so I hardly knew people there. Also, being the way I am, I hardly talk to others. I am not really a social being. Silence is what I prefer the most. My friend circle is small.I talk less but when I do, I talk and talk and talk. But with only selected person who are really close to me. Never in my life had I imagined that you'll also become the part of that close knit circle. You were quiet most of the time somewhat like me though. Days passed, months passed and our conversations began leisurely. From class notes to discussing about exams. From talking about movies to our favourite stars(By the way, I loved to tease you by your celeb crush's name and you used to turn crimson). From discussing about latest songs to our petty tiffs(about numerous things which might sound irrelevant to others). Well,most of the time you were the one who actually crafted such situations which made us fight for no reason, You enjoyed them, no? You did, I know! *wink* But, you know what, I enjoyed it too. I don't know when you became so much important to me. The things which we never used to discuss with anyone about our dreams and aspirations, we used to tell each other. Those late night discussions talking about our life goals and then saying, 'OMG! I never discussed anything like this with anyone.' Ever wondered why, why you told everything to that person only? By the time, I realised, our session came near culmination. It was time to bid adieu to everyone. Filling those slam books,writing messages on friends' shirts,that never ending photo session, pulling each others leg, all became part of memories which will be cherished forever. That last day of college, last ride in bus, that last sentence which you said to me still echoes in my ears. You were always concerned about me,how will I go back home. Who will come to take me? Perhaps, you didn't know but your nature was the main reason why I liked you. You know what whenever I pass by that bus stop, I'm reminded of you.</span></i></span><br /><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">College ended and we became engrossed in our respective lives. We do used to talk with each other but eventually everything subsided. No more messages or calls; in the race of achieving your goals everything faded away. Friends became strangers and ignorance became friends. You know what kills the most, it's ignorance. If you want someone to vanish away from your life, you just need to start ignoring that person. You don't need to fight or say something harsh to them, all you need to do is just IGNORE the person. Ignorance is the best tool to eliminate people from your life. And that's exactly what you did. Bravo! Now you don't have a non-stop chatting machine who used to keep nagging 24/7. But before doing this to me. Didn't you ever feel the need to come and say to me, 'I don't want you in my life anymore.'? You never thought that way. You are so busy in your life. Ain't you? You are like the morning dew which disappears when sunlight comes. I guess you have found that sunlight which has taken you along with it for eternity. I wish I had turned back that day and expressed my feelings for you but how could I had done that because I myself didn't realise it until we were apart.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Well, now when it has come to all this. I just want to tell you, "I have stopped turning back to pages of my life's book because every page reminds me of you." I try to ignore those roads on which we used to walk together. I hate the places once I loved because they remind me of you. But, I want to say, a huge thanks to you for coming into my life and telling me, the meaning of life; when you were in it, life was beautiful but when you are not in my life anymore it's even more GORGEOUS. Thanks for teaching me that life does not come to an end when you loose that special person. Infact,life can be lived alone, on our own terms, like the way we want it to be. I am alone and happy. Nature is my best friend. Birds are my musical companions and I believe these feathery friends more than humans.&nbsp;</span></i><br /><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">When you will get this letter I'd be gone very far away. I don't even know if you will ever read this. But if you do, I just want to say that, I have cherished every moment spent with you. You will always remain close to my heart. Wherever you are, I just pray that you stay happy. Don't let others diminish your dazzle. Always remember, that I'll forever remain with you as your guardian angel. Whenever you need me just close your eyes and you'll find me standing by your side. I didn't get the chance to say it when I was there with you but I'm saying it now, I LOVE YOU.&nbsp;</span></i></div></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Hope to meet you in my next birth.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Until then bye!</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;">Yours and only yours...... *You know the name* Do I need to say more?</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times&quot; , &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-85963477117576227942016-10-26T01:09:00.000+05:302016-10-26T10:23:20.385+05:30 Diwali #JoyOfGiving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">DIWALI.... Well this word brings with it lots of fun-filled and happy moments, doesn't it?<br />I am sure it does. :)<br />'Diwali' the festival we all love to celebrate with our near and dear ones.<br /><br />Diwali means shimmering of diyas, a cool array of lights, colourful decorations, new clothes, crackers, sweets and one thing which we all love to receive... the Diwali gifts. Aahaannn..!! There I got you.. I know you love to receive those lovely gifts and also you buy different presents for your beloveds too. :) And it's good too. That's a sweet gesture to show your love and care. But have you ever thought about the kids who never get to see even a tiny earthen lamp lit in their homes, forget new clothes or sweets.? There are so many people in this world who don't get to enjoy the way we do. I know we can't help them all but can't we do a li'l bit to help them? If each one of us lends our helping hand to even a single poor family in bringing joy in their lives then won't it be amazing. Your single work of kindness can bring a plethora of happiness in their lives. And trust me the happiness you get after helping someone is unparallel to any other act of kindness. When you are the reason behind someone else's happiness that feeling is amazing.&nbsp;If you can spend so much on your beloveds then why can't you spend a small fraction for the needy? I am not compelling you but just give it a thought!<br /><br />So next time when you buy something, please buy some extra sweets so that when you stop at the signal and a li'l kid knocks at your car's window and ask you to buy a flower then please don't hesitate from buying it and also offer those sweets to that kid and wish 'Happy Diwali'. That tiny act of kindness will fill that kid with bundle of joy and you will also feel elated seeing that child smiling because of you.<br /><br />Go to an orphanage, distribute gifts among the children, spend time with them, play with them, talk to them.<br />So tell me, won't it be a good way to celebrate Diwali?<br /><br />You see there are so many ways to help people. Now I am not going to talk about it anymore I want you all to go out and do your bit. :)<br />Good Luck!<br /><br />This Diwali let's celebrate "Joy of Giving".<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYZdmbbAUBQ/WA-0KPsiJFI/AAAAAAAAGSg/jgzgLcHUNwwbs_u5bPkA6XnbO90nkQVMACLcB/s1600/PicsArt_10-26-12.30.44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYZdmbbAUBQ/WA-0KPsiJFI/AAAAAAAAGSg/jgzgLcHUNwwbs_u5bPkA6XnbO90nkQVMACLcB/s1600/PicsArt_10-26-12.30.44.jpg" /></a></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-27840208341441494042016-09-12T01:07:00.006+05:302016-09-12T01:20:38.669+05:30Friends? No we are just STRANGERS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="_1dwg _1w_m" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; padding: 12px 12px 0px;"><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="margin-bottom: 6px;"><span style="line-height: 1.38;">There were two very good friends. They talked, laughed at each other jokes. Stood with one another in tough times. But then life played it's trick. They both got engrossed in their lives so much, running behind success that they forgot to give time to each other. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and there was no communication between the two. One used to think, why doesn't the other bother to talk to me why should I always be the first. And one day when fate brought them face to face, they met like complete strangers not willing to recognize each other. When a third person asked 'Do you know him?' They both said together, 'No we are strangers." What an irony of life! Well, atleast even now they agree at something. But why did all this happen? What was the reason behind it? Well, it was the so called 'Ego' which didn't let two besties forget their last few years and enjoy their old camaraderie.</span><span style="line-height: 1.38;">&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="line-height: 1.38;"><br /></span></div><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;">Many a times this happens with us. We forget the times we enjoyed with each other. Those picnics, that lunch we used to eat even before the interval bell rang, the times we played together, the crazy talks which we had. Everything just ceases as if it never happened. But this shouldn't have happened, right? We should never let our ego overpower us. After all, what are we without our kith and kins? Whatever we do in our lives is for the sake of our beloveds only. Then why does this happen that we forget to give time to those who meant so much to us. Don't you think that we need to priortize things a bit? I know it's difficult to do. But can't we spare just a few moments from our hectic schedule for ourselves and our people. It could be just a 15 second call to your mom, dad or friend. Or a li'l text like 'I miss us' will also do.&nbsp;(I'll say 'I miss us' because it's not about that single person but about the bond which you both share)&nbsp;</div></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbFEJuQeWE/V9Wx3m_ETYI/AAAAAAAAFqk/iDvqc8ISCFMLhKD-0nVbhZRIQrQqb1EHwCEw/s1600/bb146ab4796a2f68c553e5f2f0d4799f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtbFEJuQeWE/V9Wx3m_ETYI/AAAAAAAAFqk/iDvqc8ISCFMLhKD-0nVbhZRIQrQqb1EHwCEw/s320/bb146ab4796a2f68c553e5f2f0d4799f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;"><br />Trust me when you do such things, the faces of your loved ones will brighten up with a 1000kW smile&nbsp;Aaahhhh!! The best feeling ever!!&nbsp;When you see your dear ones happy because of you. :) :D<br />Tell me if I'm wrong.?<br /><br /><br /><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;">Okay, I will take your leave now. I guess this is enough for today.&nbsp;I have taken enough of your precious time.&nbsp;Thanks for reading.&nbsp;:)</div></div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /></div></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;"><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx8LzC8zHqM/V9Wx1LUriII/AAAAAAAAFqg/GfVHpcwskL0BoWDnVWCA9i1LxGvr1HSvwCEw/s1600/who-i-have-in-my-life-counts-quote-love-family-friends-quotes-pictures-pics-600x542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jx8LzC8zHqM/V9Wx1LUriII/AAAAAAAAFqg/GfVHpcwskL0BoWDnVWCA9i1LxGvr1HSvwCEw/s320/who-i-have-in-my-life-counts-quote-love-family-friends-quotes-pictures-pics-600x542.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="_5pbx userContent" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;K&quot;}" id="js_2o" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.38; overflow: hidden;"><div style="display: inline; margin-top: 6px;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;"><form action="https://www.facebook.com/ajax/ufi/modify.php" class="commentable_item" data-ft="{&quot;tn&quot;:&quot;]&quot;}" id="u_jsonp_4_f" method="post" rel="async" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><div class="uiUfi UFIContainer _5pc9 _5vsj _5v9k" id="u_jsonp_4_e" style="background-color: #f6f7f9; border-bottom-left-radius: 3px; border-bottom-right-radius: 3px; border-top-left-radius: 0px; border-top-right-radius: 0px; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 0px; width: auto;"><div class="UFIList" data-reactroot=""></div></div></form></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-69251247248326126872016-08-12T13:22:00.001+05:302016-08-12T13:44:46.218+05:30Unending chain of forwarding and receiving texts which assure you of bringing good luck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hello, everyone!!<br /><br />I am so sure that just like me you also might have received messages saying that they will bring good luck to you if you forward those messages further. We all at some point of time receive such sort of texts maybe on whatsapp or via sms or a mail, through facebook posts or anything like that. We all go through things like these almost everyday.&nbsp;The people who create such messages try to play with your emotions saying that if you don't do such and such things then you will have to face some mishappening or even worse than this, some say, your mother, father or any beloved will die. They will bribe you in the name of God or your beloveds. Ranging from assuring you a good news to becoming rich. They will leave no stone unturned in compelling you to join that never-ending chain of forwarding all those meaningless texts. I don't know who has got this much amount of time that they happily create these false messages.<br /><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You guys tell me, how many of you have got your wish fulfilled by forwarding these texts. How many of you have got your love? How many of you have got a job?&nbsp; How many of you have become rich? I mean, if any of such things were fruitful then what on earth are we doing? There is no point of doing hard work then. We all can forward these texts and get our wishes fulfilled. We can get love of our life or we can get richer or accomplish our biggest dream. But these shortcuts are not the path to achieve our lives different goals. If such things promised you a better life then everyone will stop going on their work, no one will do anything to get what they want. They all will simply send these stupid texts and enjoy their life happily. But life is much more than this. No one can rely on futile things like these.<br /><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">All these things just create unending chain of forwarding, receiving, again forwarding, receiving and it goes on and on just because of the fear that if you don't forward these nugatory messages then you will have to face the wrath. As if seriously, if you don't do what they say then you will have to suffer. Come on,they are not God, they can't change you life, they aren't supposed to command you. All they know is to play with your emotions. And just because of our trepidations they even become successful in their plans.<br /><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I just want you all to understand these things. I know many of you hate this thing like me and even dont get trapped in these matters. I just wanted to share my thoughts with you all.&nbsp;I mean, come on guys, don't you think that we just need to get over all this crap. And to all those who are involved in this practice in any way, I just want to say, please, "GROW UP".&nbsp;</div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;">&nbsp; -- coming from a heart who is fed up of receiving such messages almost on a daily basis.&nbsp;</div><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-46332461157616394512016-06-10T03:13:00.000+05:302016-06-10T16:39:20.674+05:30MEERA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Mrs. Sharma was sitting in her balcony and feeding the birds. This was her quotidian routine. Her grandchildren Akira, Riya and Aarav were playing hide and seek in the house. It was Aarav’s turn to find others. “Okay, I start counting now, 1,2,3,….” exclaimed Aarav. Riya and Akira were trying to find places to hide themselves. Akira entered her grandmother’s room. The room was well kept; everything was at its place. The walls were adorned with beautiful handmade paintings. Mrs. Sharma was very fond of handicrafts and her room was filled with many artifacts which she had bought from different regions of the world. A large part of room was solely dedicated to books. Mrs. Sharma was an avid reader. Also she was someone who liked to pen down everything related to her. Akira scanned the entire room. On one corner stood a huge bookshelf, Akira hid herself behind that. She was always fascinated about the books. She was so engrossed in checking out the bookshelf that she forgot she was hiding there from her brother. And then her eyes fell on the diary which she had often seen in her grandmother’s hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">She tried to get hold of the diary but it was kept too high so she jumped to reach out to that but she slipped and fell on the ground. A shrill noise pierced through the house. Mrs. Sharma, Aarav &amp; Riya ran to see what happened to Akira. She was lying on the floor. Riya and Aarav helped her to sit. “Oh! My child! Are you okay?” asked Mrs. Sharma in a saddening tone. Akira’s left leg suffered a bruise. Her grandmother immediately rushed to do first aid. She washed her wound with an antiseptic and put a bandage over it. “So, what would you like to eat now? Tell me.” asked Mrs. Sharma. Akira said, “I don’t want to eat anything. All I want is to know what is written in that diary. I have often seen you with that diary, smiling to yourself! So I want to know what is there in it. At first, Grandma was reluctant to tell anything but when all the kids kept nudging her then she said, “Okay, okay! I’ll tell come and sit.” So, all of them sat in a circle and grandma began her story.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGV9TsHC31I/V1nOJLvcaMI/AAAAAAAAFjo/qjvM3E9Qmycg644SincdUmAOMxqlVmzYQCLcB/s1600/40702149-Illustration-of-kids-listening-their-grandmother-reading-a-story-Stock-Vector.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VGV9TsHC31I/V1nOJLvcaMI/AAAAAAAAFjo/qjvM3E9Qmycg644SincdUmAOMxqlVmzYQCLcB/s400/40702149-Illustration-of-kids-listening-their-grandmother-reading-a-story-Stock-Vector.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">There was a girl by the name “Meera”. She used to live in Dalhousie with her parents and two lovely brothers. Meera was a very sweet girl. She was the apple of her parents’ eyes and brothers’ pillar of strength. She was a very lovable person. Meera was a very bright student. She used to excel in all her exams. She was an ambitious girl and she had always dreamt of becoming a successful entrepreneur. She was pursuing bachelor’s degree in business administration. It was the final year of her graduation and she had planned for taking admission in post-graduation after it. But her parents had some other plan. They wanted her to get married. Meera’s parents told her that they have found a suitable boy for her and that they want her to meet him. Upon knowing about her parents motives, she was saddened. Her mother said, “Meera! You are my only daughter; I want you to get married in front of my eyes. Please don’t deprive me from experiencing this pleasure.” These words pierced her heart but she couldn’t do anything else other than accepting her parents’ decision. She was such a kind-hearted girl that she couldn’t even imagine to do anything which hurts her parents. She kept thinking about it the whole night. And in the morning she told her mom-dad that she was ready to meet the boy. Her parents were delighted to know this. Her mom hugged her saying, “You are our pride and we love you.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">All the three kids kept listening to their grandmother with complete interest. Such was the aura of the lady that whenever she used to speak, everybody used to listen to her without uttering a single word.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“The meeting was fixed.”&nbsp;</span></i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Mrs. Sharma continued.&nbsp;<i>Meera met Gaurav. He was a nice guy who was very soft-spoken. He was truly a gentleman and Meera started to like him. After their meeting she was satisfied that her parents had found a good match for her. Meera said yes to the proposal, wedding date was fixed. And Meera got married to Gaurav.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“Meera was a very selfless girl. She sacrificed her dreams for her family’s happiness.” exclaimed Aarav. “Yes! You’re right, Aarav.” replied Mrs. Sharma continuing her story further.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Meera and Gaurav shifted to the city where Gaurav used to work. She was very happy to begin a new chapter of her life. Everything was going merrily but then you see not everything which seems good on the outside is good from the inside as well. After few days of her marriage, Meera started to notice unusual habits of Gaurav. He wasn’t the same as he was 30 days ago. He used to come late at night. He was into smoking and drinking. His friend circle was full of atrocious people who were always drunk. When Meera objected to all this, Gaurav thrashed her. Such kind of confrontations became more prevalent. Situation was getting worse day by day. Then Meera decided to tell everything to her parents. She narrated everything in front of her parents. On hearing their daughter’s plight, her parents were very furious. They filed a complaint against their son-in-law. Meera filed for divorce as well. Gaurav was found guilty of mentally and physically harassing his wife. Meera and Gaurav got divorced and Gaurav was put behind bars.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“Good lesson was taught to him.” said Riya in anger as if Gaurav was in front of her she’d have beaten him up to ashes. “Yes, my angel he got a good lesson.” exclaimed Mrs. Sharma.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Meera’s parents brought her back to their home. She was left broken, now she wasn’t the same chirpy girl who used to live a carefree life and carried a smile all day long. She had become quiet. Now she kept herself locked up in her room. Her brothers and parents were concerned about her. They wanted to resume her life. Her elder brother suggested that they should get her admitted to college. So they enrolled her for post-graduation. Meera wasn’t ready to face the world again but her family members helped&nbsp; and motivated her to begin a normal life.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“Such a beautiful family it was.” exclaimed Akira with a smile on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;******First day of Meera’s PG course at ‘St. Sebastian’s College!’******<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“Excuse me! Where is the MBA’s first year classroom?” asked Meera from a girl passing by. “Go straight and then take second left.” replied the girl. “Thank you so much!” said Meera.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Meera entered the classroom, found a suitable place for her and took a seat. The classroom had many students. They were all busy in talking and sharing laughter with each other. Meera sat silently, the girl next to her asked her name, she answered and then again kept quiet. She was not interested in talking to anyone. Then came the teacher, he introduced himself and then asked everybody else to introduce themselves. Everyone gave introduction one by one. After all had finished Mr Parker began to teach. That day he had decided to analyze his students so he asked many questions. Most of the answers he received from Meera. Mr Parker was quite impressed by his student Meera. So, this way Meera started her new stint. Meera used to spend most of the time in studying and making notes. Ample of her time used to go in the library. She was not someone who would spent time hanging out with friends. All of her classmates used to think that she was arrogant and had an ego problem. But there was one boy who didn’t think the same. He had an opinion of his own. Somewhere deep in his heart he had this feeling that there is something else which had made Meera like this. From day one when he had seen Meera for the first time, he developed a kind of liking for&nbsp;</span></i><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">her .</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“What was the name of the boy, Grandma?” asked the li’l inquisitive Riya. “Oops!!!! I forgot to tell you earlier. Pardon me my little angels.” said Mrs. Sharma. “The boy’s name was Rudra.” she replied and continued the story further.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">So, one fine day Meera was sitting in library making notes. There came Rudra, he wanted to talk to her but didn’t know how to approach her. He was looking here and there, trying to find some way. Then an idea struck his mind. He gathered the courage to go to her and said, ‘Hi’.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“So, did she reply back to him?” Aarav asked. Grandma: “What do you think, my boy?”&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Aarav: “Amm… Meera was so silent. I don’t know whether she talked to him or not.”&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Grandma: “Yes, she replied.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Meera gave a blunt reply to him. Rudra said to her, “You are very good in studies. Can you please help me &nbsp;in Financial Accounting? The exams are approaching and I don’t have much idea about that subject, it’s so tough! So can you please help me out?" Meera remained silent for a moment and then shook her head in agreement. She was always ready to help people that’s why she couldn’t refuse him. Now everyday for one hour Meera used to teach Rudra in the library.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">As the time passed, Meera &amp; Rudra became good friends. One day, Rudra and Meera were just chatting when one of their classmates came and invited them for his wedding. Both of them congratulated him. Rudra could sense that Meera wasn’t happy. He said, “Meera, can I ask you something?” “Yes, of course! You don’t need to ask before questioning me.” she replied. Rudra: “What is it, that troubles you so much? Why are you always so silent? Why don’t you smile? I know you can, I know you were not like this earlier then what made you like this.” Meera was someone who didn’t open to anyone so easily. But Rudra was her good friend so she told him everything. Meera: “You want to know everything, right?” Rudra: “Yes, I want.” A moment of silence then Meera answered. “Three months ago, I got married to a boy. Earlier he seemed to be a gentleman. But he wasn’t the same as he looked. He was a spoilt brat, a drunkard, a gambler. He made my life a living hell. I wasn’t the same as I am today. I was a very cheerful and fun-loving girl. But that devil, he snatched away all my happiness. I loved him but all he gave me was hatred. I got divorced from him. But all the wounds which he has given to me are all afresh in my heart. I don’t trust men now. I don’t believe in the concept of marriage. I hate that phase of my life. I wish I could erase that part of my life.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Having said this, Meera burst into tears. Rudra was shocked and angry after knowing the truth. At the same time he was feeling sorry because he made her best friend cry. He wiped her tears and calmed her down. It was evening so they both returned to their homes.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">The next day, they both were sitting in the cafeteria when Rudra expressed her feelings in front of her, it wasn’t a very cheesy kind of proposal. It was just so simple and sweet. Meera had to some extent anticipated this. She was left numb. She didn’t know how to react. She was happy and sad at the same time. Meera asked him, “Are you okay? What made you say all this? After knowing everything about me, you are saying this to me. Have you taken leave of your senses? You can’t love me. You know I am not ready for all this. You know my condition.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">But Rudra knew very well what he said and he was firm in his decision. He said, “Yes, I LOVE YOU, I know what I am saying.” Meera didn’t listen to him anymore and she went away. She reached home and that whole night she was thinking about Rudra. She knew that Rudra was the one whom she had always dreamt about. He was nice, caring, sweet, a good listener, motivator, someone who respected women a lot and a person with a golden heart. The next day when Meera came to college, her eyes were trying to find Rudra everywhere but she didn’t find him. Then she went to the cafeteria where they both used to sit. She sat there and a waiter walked upto her and handed a letter to her. The letter read, “I am not expecting you to say that you love me too but I want to tell you that you are very precious to me. Your smile means the world to me. I want that smile to adorn your face forever. If I say, ‘I Love You’ then I really mean it. I don’t care what your past was. I just believe in present and my present is ‘You’. All I know is, from the day I saw you for the first time, I fell for you. I knew you were the one for me. You are simple, elegant, intelligent, sensible, helping and above all my kind of person who understands me more than anyone else. I love you, Meera. For me you are my ‘Guardian angel’. The moment you entered my life I got transformed into a better person, even my family members have noticed this change and they are loving this new me. And all the credit goes to you. I want to live my entire life with you. Now, it’s your wish. Take care and keep smiling always because remember that there is an idiot who can’t live without seeing your smile. You are my oxygen tank and if it withers then I will also bid goodbye to this world. Yours Rudra.”<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7QLbQQGWsg/V1nOL2c57OI/AAAAAAAAFk8/Hjdf2gADwLQQBjGQ7elYxSJHxAo2xu-iQCKgB/s1600/sms-quote-ill-love-you-till-eternity.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7QLbQQGWsg/V1nOL2c57OI/AAAAAAAAFk8/Hjdf2gADwLQQBjGQ7elYxSJHxAo2xu-iQCKgB/s400/sms-quote-ill-love-you-till-eternity.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Reading this, tears rolled down her cheeks. A sudden outpour of emotions overwhelmed her. Rudra was hiding and watching all this from a distance. He came running.“Meera, please don’t cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.&nbsp;</span></i><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Please wipe your tears.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">" said Rudra, his heart sank seeing her sweetheart crying. Meera turned to him. She said, “You love me this much. You are the one who has given new meaning to my life. You have…” Her throat was choked she couldn’t say much so she took that letter and wrote, “I LOVE YOU MY BAG OF HAPPINESS”</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">Meera and Rudra got married after completing their post-graduation. Rudra started to work in a company and Meera began her own venture as she had always dreamt. Two years later, they became proud parents of a lovely son. Now, it’s been 60 years of their marriage. Meera and Rudra live with their son, daughter-in-law and three grand-children. They both were blessed with a sweet and caring family.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyGzHhbkKbc/V1nPGij_MPI/AAAAAAAAFlA/m_UJ50yTnvAEN9ClZJfpnVc0NR38BLc4gCLcB/s1600/Meera%2Bpics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oyGzHhbkKbc/V1nPGij_MPI/AAAAAAAAFlA/m_UJ50yTnvAEN9ClZJfpnVc0NR38BLc4gCLcB/s400/Meera%2Bpics.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjQRyEyo0c/V1nOJg9NlkI/AAAAAAAAFk8/mtZX9cO1zA8PYgVmCnwmSwJAEuufNY0eACKgB/s1600/47758-inspirational-quotes-about-caring-for-the-elderly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPjQRyEyo0c/V1nOJg9NlkI/AAAAAAAAFk8/mtZX9cO1zA8PYgVmCnwmSwJAEuufNY0eACKgB/s400/47758-inspirational-quotes-about-caring-for-the-elderly.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“Wow! What a sweet story! Loved it! Grandma, Is it a real story?” asked Riya and before Mrs. Sharma could say anything pat came the reply from Mr. Sharma, “Yes, it is!” “Oh! Really, Grandpa?! Who is Meera, then?” asked Aarav. “There she is, sitting in front of you.” said Mr. Sharma with a huge smile on his face. All eyes were on Mrs. Sharma now.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;wingdings&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">J</span><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">“Yes, he is right. My Rudra is always right.’ Mrs. Sharma said blushing. “Awwh! My God! You both are the cutest pair! Our lovely Grandma and Grandpa!” exclaimed Akira<o:p></o:p></span></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;">All the three kids hailed in a single voice. “LONG LIVE OUR DEAREST GRANDMA AND GRANDPA! LOVE YOU BOTH!” and “we LOVE YOU MORE OUR ANGELS” replied the grandparents. And everyone burst into laughter. Smiles and giggles filled the entire home.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: &quot;times new roman&quot; , &quot;serif&quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.4px;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DDmsYp4iv8/V1nOK0zA_YI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5RRva0oFYAsXjQuZqnCol-T64j9BCYnLQCKgB/s1600/b5989ff1263447c4c5de537719cf06f0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2DDmsYp4iv8/V1nOK0zA_YI/AAAAAAAAFk8/5RRva0oFYAsXjQuZqnCol-T64j9BCYnLQCKgB/s320/b5989ff1263447c4c5de537719cf06f0.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWBr5MlHQlg/V1nWGUVNhnI/AAAAAAAAFlc/a-sg2bmRM_0FDisNyrNePhSYFbxjr_aBACLcB/s1600/quote-love-is-eternal_4671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWBr5MlHQlg/V1nWGUVNhnI/AAAAAAAAFlc/a-sg2bmRM_0FDisNyrNePhSYFbxjr_aBACLcB/s320/quote-love-is-eternal_4671.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; orphans: auto; text-align: center; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 1; word-spacing: 0px;"><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-29974351456112990002016-04-11T00:47:00.000+05:302016-04-11T00:47:10.370+05:30LIFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tj1p-f4ARco/Vwqa0pLxCHI/AAAAAAAAFhk/dUZKGL6ul3IJRMeSkvZ9MFCjqAyFnCF9w/s1600/after_rain-1389629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tj1p-f4ARco/Vwqa0pLxCHI/AAAAAAAAFhk/dUZKGL6ul3IJRMeSkvZ9MFCjqAyFnCF9w/s400/after_rain-1389629.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Life..... Too much complicated, right?<br />Sometimes it's exciting, sometimes it's dull. At one moment we feel like that our life is full of all smiles and the other moment we feel it is all screwed up and the person&nbsp;ends up saying, 'I'm the most unfortunate human who has ever existed on this Earth.' We often find ourselves entangled in the joys and miseries of life, so much so that we even forget to live life to the fullest.<br /><br />We are so much engrossed to attain all the worldly pleasures that the true essence of life is forgotten somewhere. Yes, I know that we have come on this Earth with a purpose and we should be doing our bits to achieve our lives goal. I completely agree with that fact. But don't you ever feel that in the midst of dreaming about our future we are missing ourselves. Everyone's life has some problems. It's normal. Every human has some issues. But this is part of our life, instead of vexing about it we should take it up as a challenge. Show your life that you are a warrior who never quits. And also try to find happiness in whatever you do.<br /><br />Do you remember when was the last time you played your favourite sport? So what if you are a grown up now, don your sports shoes and start playing. :)<br />Aahh!! So you used to be the star cricketer of your colony, right? Then go back to the same place and play with the kids there. I'm sure you'll feel amazing.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsif2KAwUTc/VwqKjmLiwPI/AAAAAAAAFgI/CXcrHwyjrhoIsateT1kd_3mVyyQDoGi7A/s1600/img1460283055022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsif2KAwUTc/VwqKjmLiwPI/AAAAAAAAFgI/CXcrHwyjrhoIsateT1kd_3mVyyQDoGi7A/s640/img1460283055022.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Miss the place where you used to hang out with your childhood pals then call them and ask them to come at that place. Tell them that you want to recreate the good old days.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEzN-XVIA7A/Vwqb2JGHJPI/AAAAAAAAFhs/tbirfibB6Vo5DXDRZq3_NNRq9fivLGqBw/s1600/_20160410_35918.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sEzN-XVIA7A/Vwqb2JGHJPI/AAAAAAAAFhs/tbirfibB6Vo5DXDRZq3_NNRq9fivLGqBw/s640/_20160410_35918.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br />Haven't talked to your childhood bestie since a long time. Then, what are you waiting for? Just pick up your cell phone and dial his number and tell him how much you have missed him all this while. That him that he is still your best friend and will always be. Someone who you can count on always.<br /><br />Go to your Alma Mater, talk to your teachers. This step of yours will bring a huge smile on their faces. When they will see that their student still remembers them and cares enough to find out time to spend with them then they'd feel elated and blessed to have such a gem in their lives which respects them to this extent. :)<br /><br />Visit an orphanage spend time with the little kids there. Take books, toys, snacks, icecreams, chocolates along with you for the little children. Talk to them, play with them. Help them. These kids need us to be taken care of. You spend so much money on yourself then why can't you spend on them. When you become the reason behind someone's happiness that gives you immense pleasure. Do it and mark my words this activity will change you as a person and you'll be transformed into a better person who is happy and satisfied.<br /><br /><br />Have a crush on someone? Oh, yes, got you! ;)<br />So this champ likes a beautiful damsel. &nbsp;But couldn't gather courage to walk upto her and tell her that you like her. Why is that hesitation there? Fear of being rejected?Come on, pal just rub off all your fears. Go to your friend and tell her that you like her. Express your feelings, tell her what does she mean to you. How much important she is? Tell her that her endless talks, her presence means a lot to you and you value her a lot. May be she says no to you and you should always be ready to face such situation, accept her decision may be that's what good for you both, but who knows what's on the other side. There might be a possibilty that she also had the same feelings for you, it's just that she wanted you to take stand. Atleast give it a try, so that afterwards you don't regret that you didn't even give it a shot.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXq6FFiyk3g/VwqcJJ_O_wI/AAAAAAAAFhw/iGZloFMhGckBllQfDCSk26GFit9_ObRGg/s1600/_20160410_23905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="464" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LXq6FFiyk3g/VwqcJJ_O_wI/AAAAAAAAFhw/iGZloFMhGckBllQfDCSk26GFit9_ObRGg/s640/_20160410_23905.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F174HPRP2zo/VwqNWotXClI/AAAAAAAAFgU/3s9FX59qPZkiemNF7JLdqKqWTHLOY5-Ag/s1600/img1460283947695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F174HPRP2zo/VwqNWotXClI/AAAAAAAAFgU/3s9FX59qPZkiemNF7JLdqKqWTHLOY5-Ag/s640/img1460283947695.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br />When you wake up early in the morning, listen to the chirpings of the birds. Try to feel the freshness of morning. Go to your garden, walk barefoot on the grass. Feel the fresh dewdrops. Listen to the music of nature, bees humming, sparrows chirping, cuckoo singing its melodious songs, observe the butterflies fluttering over the flowers. Take a deep breath, the morning air is so pure that it rejuvenates the entire body and freshens up the mind and soul.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKw-A_rm-U4/Vwqf6ukHGpI/AAAAAAAAFiA/g_pnNdQXExcDiz4uNiNiXuttLe2cZicLA/s1600/img1460283710563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKw-A_rm-U4/Vwqf6ukHGpI/AAAAAAAAFiA/g_pnNdQXExcDiz4uNiNiXuttLe2cZicLA/s640/img1460283710563.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHlj44STpeI/VwqOOsVh5pI/AAAAAAAAFgc/vCwRIPh73CQo4QAFuY32mygvN7RFM-vlg/s1600/img1460283761665.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHlj44STpeI/VwqOOsVh5pI/AAAAAAAAFgc/vCwRIPh73CQo4QAFuY32mygvN7RFM-vlg/s640/img1460283761665.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Have you ever stepped out when it is raining? Not yet!? When it is raining, come out, take the rain drops in your hand, feel them, rub them on your face. That water is so cold and pure. Enjoy it. Dance in the rain like you used to do it as a&nbsp;kid. Let off all your worries. Bring out that 6-year-old kid which was long forgotten. Sing, dance, shout, play. Stretch your arms, close your eyes, your face towards the sky and feel the fresh rain drops falling on your face. Feel them. Enjoy the rain to the fullest. It will surely make you feel good.<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUPG_R_o5R8/VwqSpSKHRfI/AAAAAAAAFg8/ppa_8Zjqt-0SgX-d82eCfWVncKzEYgKlQ/s1600/img1460283579926.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hUPG_R_o5R8/VwqSpSKHRfI/AAAAAAAAFg8/ppa_8Zjqt-0SgX-d82eCfWVncKzEYgKlQ/s640/img1460283579926.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Life is all about how you see it. You just need to learn how to extract happiness from different situations. "Eat, Learn, Laugh, Help, Live." After all "YOLO - You Only Live Once" so make it worth living. :)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czCYZEdJFb8/VwqZ8CAwnrI/AAAAAAAAFhY/M_dj1pdpWhQ5zsk0aWWbRXOEo5-wVlWZg/s1600/_20160410_24331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-czCYZEdJFb8/VwqZ8CAwnrI/AAAAAAAAFhY/M_dj1pdpWhQ5zsk0aWWbRXOEo5-wVlWZg/s320/_20160410_24331.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZKOiFpxv3o/VwqZMzGA_SI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/uLdMA_M9xC4DSMQOqNoP3Zde7vvJdZ6lw/s1600/yolo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZKOiFpxv3o/VwqZMzGA_SI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/uLdMA_M9xC4DSMQOqNoP3Zde7vvJdZ6lw/s400/yolo.jpg" width="357" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-84736231402990209072016-03-18T11:39:00.001+05:302017-08-08T14:14:01.094+05:30Reservation?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tanya! Tanya! Mr. Singh entered the house calling his daughter.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tanya : Yes, Papa! You were calling me. What happend?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Giving Tanya, admission letter of the college she always wanted to study&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">in, Mr. Singh hugged her. Beta! You always had a penchant to study in this&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">college. Now you can! :) I am so happy for you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tanya, overjoyed and shocked at the same time asked her dad, but Papa! how&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">is it possible? Earlier, the college authorities refused me admission&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">because we couldn't afford it. And now, what has happened? What's the&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">reason behind all this? (Tanya, as usual, ready with plethora of questions.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Mr. Singh : My li'l angel, calm down. Have a seat and take a look at&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">today's newspaper. The most awaited decision that we were yearning to see&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">is finally here. Our Government has dissolved the caste based reservation&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">and now they have devised new norms stating that reservation would be given&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">according to financial condition of people.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Tanya was happy to learn this wonderful news. Her dream was soon going to&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">be fulfilled.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">She was a bright student but because she belonged to a poor family and that&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">too of Gen category, she could not get admission in the prestigious college&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">from where she wanted to pursue higher studies.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But now, after the announcement of government's new policy she has got&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">admission in "Seven Oaks", a prestigious medical college. Gradually, she</div><div style="text-align: left;">became familiar with college. Though, doing MBBS is not a cakewalk but&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Tanya was determined to reach her goal. She cleared each and every exam</div><div style="text-align: left;">with so much ease.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now, five years have passed and Tanya has emerged as the Best Student of&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Batch 2016-21. She is loved by all, she is her friends' pillar of support&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">and teachers' favourite (sincerity and punctuality are the two pillars&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">which define her, that's what makes her teachers' pupil). In the&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">Felicitation ceremony, she is being given the trophy for her remarkable&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">academic performance. Tanya, "Best Student of Batch 2016-2021". Her parents&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">are there in the audience. They are so proud of her, tears of joy flowing&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">down her mother's eyes. They were extremely happy. Tanya called her mummy&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">and papa on stage. She thanked them for always supporting her. Everybody&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">was chanting Tanya's name. She held her trophy high and the sound of a huge&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">round of applause engulfed the amphitheatre.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything was just so perfect. Then suddenly, Tanya heard something, it&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">was the voice of her mother. Tanya! Get Up! It's 6 o'clock. And then she&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">realized that everything which happened was just a dream. *Sighs* Damn it!&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">It was just a dream. I wish it was true. Why my life is so miserable? She&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">questioned. And she was back in real life which is full of so many&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">hardships.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;* &nbsp; &nbsp; * &nbsp; &nbsp; * &nbsp; &nbsp; * &nbsp; &nbsp; *</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Surprised? Liked the above story? You too wished at one moment that this&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">story should have been true! But the truth is something else. And we all&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">are very well aware of it. This term, the so called, 'Reservation' has&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">snatched the joys of millions of people. There are millions of Tanyas out there&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">waiting for an opportunity to showcase their talents. They need to be recognized</div><div style="text-align: left;">and given their due share of education and all basic rights.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think it's time to revolutionize our rules, the dogmatic behaviour needs&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">to be curbed. It's time to set new rules which will mark the beginning of&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">a new era, a more pleasant picture of our land. :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dreaming to see a better place, a place which doesn't talk about caste and&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">creed, a place where there is no violence in the name of religion. A place&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">where the most important religion is "Humanity". :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oct42dV8-Vs/VuuaD3VQy_I/AAAAAAAAFek/7hCGTBmqh9EjjEIYyQG3KLsAliAdovBBA/s1600/6309f2d1bccfaa5565bc41aee637984d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oct42dV8-Vs/VuuaD3VQy_I/AAAAAAAAFek/7hCGTBmqh9EjjEIYyQG3KLsAliAdovBBA/s1600/6309f2d1bccfaa5565bc41aee637984d.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5646954128476977902.post-59773758561670528302016-02-07T16:03:00.000+05:302016-02-07T16:03:28.932+05:30LOVE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love... What is Love? How do you define it? <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Well, each one of us have our own perceptions about love. I'd like to <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">express my views on the most sought after feeling. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is selfless devotion. It's not about likes and dislikes. It's about <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">accepting a person with his/her flaws and virtues. Moreover, it involves respecting and <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">understanding each other. It's about thinking about others' happiness <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">before yours. Love is boundless. Love is seeking happiness in others' joys.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Here I am talking about Love in general. It's not merely about two lovers. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is a universal feeling. Every living thing that exists on this Earth <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">needs to be loved. Even a sapling needs to be nourished with love and <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">care. If you water it regularly but you start cursing it then you'll see <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">that it won't grow. It will eventually die. But, if you water that sapling <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">with few words of love and care then it will soon turn out to be a <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">healthier plant. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rsudACy5JZQ/VrcUqE-qLpI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aBzZo5YWQGs/s1600/sapling1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="422" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rsudACy5JZQ/VrcUqE-qLpI/AAAAAAAAFcc/aBzZo5YWQGs/s640/sapling1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Each and every creature knows the language of love. You communicate with <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">your pets, they know your mood swings. They know how to make you smile when <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">you are feeling low. You are connected with your pet by that bond which we <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">call love. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</o:p><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44-1NfofW3Q/Vrcbu70eHHI/AAAAAAAAFdI/GHwunOQxTHE/s1600/My%2BBlogs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-44-1NfofW3Q/Vrcbu70eHHI/AAAAAAAAFdI/GHwunOQxTHE/s320/My%2BBlogs.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>&nbsp;<span style="text-align: justify;">When a li'l baby is born, all it understands is that feeling of warmth and</span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">care of her mother. The relationship of an infant with her mother is so <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">pure that there is no need of any language to understand each other. That <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">cuddle, that hug, that soft touch is what it connects a mom with her baby. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It's just pure bliss. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jF7EMtqOiew/VrcUUsNGPJI/AAAAAAAAFcY/7IDe2x_-za0/s1600/mother-and-child-AE11_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jF7EMtqOiew/VrcUUsNGPJI/AAAAAAAAFcY/7IDe2x_-za0/s640/mother-and-child-AE11_l.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">I believe that LOVE can do wonders, it can transform even an evil spirit <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">into a loving angel. As it was depicted in "Beauty and the Beast" too.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love can move mountains, though not practically but emotionally it can, for <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">sure. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is boundless to any language.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">It's an ultimate feeling which imparts divine serenity and bliss to our <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">souls.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is "Beatific"<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is "Happiness"<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is "Sacrifice"<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Love is "Selflessness"<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">This world would become "HEAVEN ON EARTH" if we live with Love and Harmony <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">amongst ourselves.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMsQH-h1Tfk/VrcXvhJv2BI/AAAAAAAAFcs/5N2CazmPJ90/s1600/6676508713_d35c8be06e_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMsQH-h1Tfk/VrcXvhJv2BI/AAAAAAAAFcs/5N2CazmPJ90/s320/6676508713_d35c8be06e_b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Shweta Sainihttps://plus.google.com/114068671736586079120noreply@blogger.com24